Sick

Yuck. I was doing so well after my bone treatment this week. I swore that pre-medicating myself with Tylenol before Zometa was the cure to not getting a fever. I apparently was wrong. This was the most miserable weekend that I can remember in a long time.

My head was swimming. My fever through the roof. I was unable to carry on conversation or do anything useful. I'm finally beginning to feel more normal which is good.

Friday night was painful. After attempting to get dinner w/friends I felt sick. We came home and laid in bed. I couldn't fall asleep and around 2am I got up to take my temperature. It was 100.6 With a port, any fever over 100.7 has to be reported and you can't take Tylenol because it masks the symptoms of an infection. Needless to say I took my temp again around 4 and again around 5. It kept going up until we reached 101.9 {was a record high in my adult life}.

We went to the ER. Awesome. We were there by 7 and left shortly after 11am. Great but we still hadn't slept. At the hospital they gave me antibiotics, Motrin & Tylenol. My fever barely came down at the hospital but they took blood cultures and other cultures and sent me on my way. Let me be clear. I asked if I could take Tylenol and they said they didn't know. Why did I leave without a clear answer?

So I went home, the Tylenol they gave me kicked in and my fever dropped to 99.6. I slept for 5 hours.  After being awake for a little bit, I took more Tylenol since my fever went back up. It didn't help. I tried to sleep but at 2am realized my fever was unbearable. Took temp and it was {new record adult high} 102.2! My head felt like it was going to explode. I took more Tylenol but after 45 minutes it did nothing to the fever so we ended up back in the ER. Same routine as last time but we were home by 7:45. Although this time I had a horrible male nurse. If you are bad at accessing a port and I look miserable, find someone else. My chest is still sore from his attempts to access my port.

Awful, awful, awful. I spent all day Sunday in a highly medicated state lying under blankets waiting for my fever to break. They aren't even sure what happened to me or why I have a fever. They think it's an infection. Did you know antibiotics take 48 hours to actually work? I just hit the 48 hour mark at 7am today.

My husband is awesome. He took care of me and answered to my every plea. I don't know what I did to deserve him, but he deserves a metal. He's exhausted from taking care of me, but he's a trooper. Love that man.